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AI ( artificial intelligence) an absurd awakening!

Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊

By Madhu Goteti Published 10 months ago • Updated 10 months ago • 16 min read
When Awry is me !

Routine event of the day: I sit šŸŖ‘ down to write āœļø … What emerges: the following. It seems like an adventurous roller coaster šŸŽ¢ ride. One thing leading into another. An absurd awakening, indeed! Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊 Co-commonly conjoined and sometimes amply carried forward ā€œalone,ā€ these are the ways in which we assail life. Indeed, that certainly calls for qualities to deal with this world, regardless of swimming or sinking in it as some downtrodden tit. Hugely crouched over tetra-shields, life can be as unpredictable as any other titanic ship. For that reason, I have always needed the near -perfect nuance of poetry in my speech. Precisely so, off hand or rather, off censored, you might find me musing very badly šŸ˜…. Awkwardly absurd ! So be it! Yeah that’s the absurd reality I was born into aeons ago and I have remained in it, ever since. It’s like I was dealt with a hand of cards šŸƒ that ended up as precious leavings. Conditions like this might not fit you well, I know. But do absurdly adjust if you will (by any chance,) relish this piece and end up feeling swamped in it. So, where was I ? āḄ húñ! Now listen šŸŽ§..very carefully to this verbiage —a potpourri as I prefer to call it . Use your utter discretion before you collectively resonate or disqualify it in entirety. It’s up to you ! This is an ā€œAlchemy of my mind,ā€ seeking to rightly fit into the world of vagaries. I am scribing šŸ“ this—ebbing out of the cradle passage after rising from the big deep sleep. This tale accumulates the past, as though , its a drawn onwards journey, much as much, to arrive at an equally transient —present. As if, those solemn formative years, tenderly shaping many untellable identities beyond the grave. And well into Supra terrains of adulthood, I am left to think—those were the days! But life ,how-so-ever, is seemingly a product of our own creative imagination with no interest whatsoever to gloat on the gut issues. But I do! That’s the awry in me for you to peruse. And I say this with gratitude šŸ™ as I slowly sink ( along with you,) into this deep meditative sleep ā€¦šŸ’¤šŸ˜“šŸ›Œ

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Madhu Goteti

The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.

It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!

I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!

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